Whether it’s Sappho with her late-in-age passion for sunlight, or the "Homeric 

Hymn to Dionysos" in which the fragrant wine flows through the length of the 

black boat, or Archilochos almost dead with desire, this image of ancient Greece 

accompanies me again today traveling long distances over airwaves of the oral 

tradition. I told friends I wanted to talk, even caught myself speaking aloud along 

the trail about the miraculous etched inside the ordinary. When the white ship 

turned at just the right moment I took it as a sign of a woman’s Soul I know 

inside out. The fox I saw, but once, accompanied me in memory, while ledge 

stones kept watch. I woke this morning from a dream with tickets for my own 

desired itinerary on KLM, no less, landing in Amsterdam to Tenerife, Madrid & 

Athens, the tickets blue & white like the Grecian flag; my unconscious having 

swallowed more than wine the day before, downing colors, scents, images, 

intonations & destinations.